The Vampire's Crimson Kiss (Editing)

Chapter 24/ The Interview with the Princess of midnight

I was reading ''Sir' John Brachet's' letter to my father the king. It hadn't take long for news of the parade of the damned to reach the King. He had sent 'Sir Brachet' the only knight brave enough to enter the coven as his ambassador. The republic didn't have 'knights' but the vampires would only allow someone of high rank to visit victoria without getting hit for blood. So Brachet became 'Sir Brachet'. He was a short brutal faced man, thick set, the same age as my father, short hair little more than a scalp of stubble. He had spent most of his life fighting, marauders, other survivalist groups and  vampires, every death was engraved in his face in a wrinkled  like he had just pushed out a green coconut while sitting on the john. 

"....Some grim weeks later I was announced by one of the coven wives and entered.

I had decided to keep an open mind about the rumors and find the truth himself. I entered Victoria's quarters. Before me was three coven women. One head covered in a hood, a slave of some sort. The other was a high familiar and the third had the appearance of the coven witches who attended the peace negotiations.

The coven witch seemed to be in charge, she was next to a large open book reading. She stood up, like many of her kind she was dressed in the most unwomanly way, waist so tight there was little separation between clothing and nakedness. Her shoulders were adorned with the fleece of a red fox which had been used as the collar for a cloak. She wore a corset about her waist which made the swell inflections of her flesh like an ocean wave which had just been freshly caught. Her face was daubed making her eyes look like a raccoon but this just succeeded in drawing your attention to her eyes. She was like most her kind, a very comely siren. Was this the King's oldest daughter ? I wondered. Like most of the young generation, Victoria didn't read, yet this girl had a book for company. As you know lord my views on reading were simple. We didn't we need books they needed men of action. We needed swords to fight the vampires. Paper doesn't put wood on the fire or bring food on the table. It was a luxury from the weak decadent past."

I remembered things a little differently, although very comely siren sounded good.  

"Uncle Brachet so cool to see you again" I had said coming over to greet him.

He wrote ' she was insanely beautiful a beguiling woman. She moved like a sensual snake. She leant to kiss me then decided better and curtsied.  '

"Victoria?" Brachet had said coming out more than a question than he had wanted , "Is that you ? You've grown."

"Thank you, I've been working on growing." I had said.

I indicated to the Mary, "May I introduce Mary my governess. She's with me practically 24/7 to make sure they don't eat me. As you can imagine it's a full-time job not being eaten."

Brachet had written "She kept writhing before me. When Victoria spoke I noticed a slight coven accent."

Writhing Really? I don't writhe, not much and definitely I don't writhe for anyone except possibly Sadisaman. If I get to be queen of the bad lands one day, he's going to do some writhing of his own (and not in a nice way).  

"...In the years since the fall, veteran fighters like myself had fought and watched the 'liberal' wimps of the previous generation die..."

For real men (like him), women were second class citizens and should behave the same. He was definitely convinced that women should be seen but not heard.

"...Victoria to my ears was talking too much."  had written. Proberbly because I was writhing to much. 

Brachet looked around ."Your rooms are well enough?" he had asked